It was a winter evening of transparent clearness, with an innocent young moon above the house-tops; and he wanted to fill his soul's lungs with the pure radiance, and not exchange a word with any one till he and Mr. Letterblair were closeted together after dinner.

First, many real-world investors bear little resemblance to the cool calculators of efficient-market theory: they're all too subject to herd behavior, to bouts of irrational exuberance and unwarranted panic.

All day he worked, cutting out pennies and shillings and half-crowns and threepenny-bits.

Grief from yeer to yeer / Rents my poor Heart, and makes his Home-stead there: